Logan and I land in a tangle of limbs at the bottom of the steep staircase. I don’t register the pain at first. Just the delicious weight of Logan’s body on mine. He somehow managed to slide a hand underneath my head before it hit the floor. Hockey reflexes, man. Not a thing to be trifled with! Logan’s breath flutters over my cheek, and I feel the light scratch of his stubble on my jaw. Dear door, I was wrong to reprimand and criticize you. You have given me this beautiful gift, and I shall forever be grateful.
